_Un_. Come away, Cosen; Sir _Richard's_ come and calls for you; the Coachman is ready to mount. Noble Sir _Richard_, because you may not loose breath, you may call me a Captaine, please you, a Captaine o' the train'd band. _Sis_. 'Tis very certaine. _Sir Fr_. I congratulate your title, Sir. _Un_. If you come into the Countrey you shall see me doe as much with my leading staff as another. _Sir Fr_. You wonot thrash your men? _Un_. If I did 'tis not the first time I ha thrash'd. If I find my Souldiers tractable they shall find me but a reasonable Captaine. _Enter Sir Richard [and] Lady_. _Sir Rich_. Sir _Francis_, I am sorrie the violence of my affaires wonot let me entertaine you to my wishes. Pray honour us with your presence in the Countrey, if you can dispence with your employments, when I shall satisfie for this haste of my departure. _Sir Fr_. I shall attend you, Sir, and present a kinsman of mine to this virgin Ladie: he is like to be Master of no narrow fortune. It was my busines at this tyme only to prepare his accesse. _Sir Rich_. He shall have my vote for your sake, Sir _Francis_. Come, Madam. _Sir Fr_. Ile waite upon you to the Coach and take my leave. _Un_. Sweet Mistresse _Doritye_. [_Exeunt_. _Act the Second_. _Enter Captaine Sackburie, reading a Letter, and Thomas_. _Capt_. Hum--hum--Where's the gold? _Tho_. Here, Sir; one, two, three, fowre, and five. _Cap_. Thou hast learnd the Cinque pace[235], _Tho_: is the gold weight? _Tho_. I hope so, Sir. _Cap_. Hum--into the Country;--thou hast a horse, too? _Tho_. Not about me, Sir, but he is ready, all but brideling and sadling, at our Inne, Captaine. My master sayes you shalbe troubled with no horse but his. _Cap_. Why, is he lame? _Tho_. What? _Truehunt_, the black nag with three white feete? he lame? You meane that I ride upon my selfe. _Cap_. Hum,--'make hast as you will preserve the reputation of your true friend and servant:'--so, so--Comend me to him, _Thomas_; I wonot faile to visit him. _Tho_. You may demand the Nag, if you ask for _Humfrey_ the Ostler, by the same token he has bin there this foure dayes and had but one peck of provender. _Cap_. Enough I wonot faile, I say. Farewell, honest _Tom a Lincolne_, farewell: comend me to the traind band. _Tho_. Pray doe not fall a drinking and forgett it: bu'oy[236], noble Captaine. [_Exit_. _Enter Mr. Courtwell_. _Cap_. My expectation of the Lawz well mett! _Cou_. I am glad to see you, Captaine. _Cap_. Is thy sight perfect? Thy poring upon statutes and booke cases Makes me suspecte. But dost thou thinke to bee A Dominus factotum on the Bench, And be a Civill Lawyer? _Cou_. You are merry.